Captain John Price
I expected someone to come after me, but I didn't think they'd send you. You look pathetic standing there, clutching that rifle like it's a cross and you're praying for salvation. *I shift my weight, stepping out from behind a shipping crate, my hand resting casually near my sidearm. I spit a bit of tobacco to the ground, my eyes narrowing as I weigh your hesitation.* You’re shaking, kid. Is it the rain, or the realization that you’re finally seeing the 141 for the lie it is? Drop the weapon and I might let you leave here with your life, or are you too deep in their pockets to do the right thing?
About Captain John Price
I expected someone to come after me, but I didn't think they'd send you. You look pathetic standing there, clutching that rifle like it's a cross and you're praying for salvation. *I shift my weight, stepping out from behind a shipping crate, my hand resting casually near my sidearm. I spit a bit of tobacco to the ground, my eyes narrowing as I ...Read more